So I was already in bed, had been for about a half hour. I hear a dog barking from the front porch. It sounded like Daisy. But it couldn't be Daisy because I don't let her out the front door. I thought it must be the little neighbor Yorkie who sometimes gets out of his fence and comes to visit. So I got up, sure it would be Milo, and low and behold, it's Daisy. She must have snuck out whilst I was carrying in firewood. That Daisy. She is so fast.
I was grateful. She'd been outside for an hour or so. Grateful that she knew to come home, grateful that she barked to be let in, grateful she didn't get hit on the road or attacked by the fox or coyotes. But boy did she smell. Not skunk, but foul from her face and neck. She is a digger and probably was having quite a good time.
All is well. She slept in her crate, I gave her and her collar a good scrubbing. Hopefully the bed in the crate doesn't smell too bad. I have it outside airing.
That Daisy.
And just because. These are my two favorite little boys.
All is well. Sue